Year: 2002

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This chick keeps e-mailing me. I think she wants me. Her name is “Erika.” Her e-mails are always titled “HEY CUTIE!” I wonder if she’s hot. She spells “come” wrong, however. But shit, who needs a brain and an intelligent conversation when they’re sexxxy? Hey Sweetie :-) ! Hey Hunnies my name is Er*ic*a and…

sick days

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Sick days suck. In the days that follow said sick day one must remember to prepare oneself for some real ass-whoopin—sans lube, sans warning.

Images

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Here are some photos from last night. I saw nothing too exciting this morning so I kept my camera in my pocket.

Whacking day

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Wednesday aka Whacking day. Today we will watch the possible demise of my brother and his relationship with this thing called “a job.” What will come from Whacking day? Who will be “let go” and added to the ranks of the unemployed and (at times) the ones envied by those of us who are still…

sick day draws to an end

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My sick day has come to an end. I will now attempt to ride the orange bike (with no wheels) up to where Manhattan Avenue meets Greenpoint to meet a one Tobyjoe. And you might call this said point “The Pollack Triangle” as it is a special place where if you hang out too long…

Help for Rob

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I do not know the answer to my brother’s question. Then I figured, why not post the e-mail and see if anyone out there knows the answer to this question. Melissa and I bought two etchings from an Irish artist named Stephen Lawlor. It was our big purchase on the honeymoon, well those and the…

Healed

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I am lifting weights. I made fake chicken. I designed two install screens for work. I looked out the window for a while. I mopped the floor. I shaved my legs and plucked my eyebrows. I cleaned the rug in the bathroom. I scrubbed it with laundry detergent. I did the dishes. I cleaned the…

Pictures

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Today I don’t plan on leaving the house so my daily pictures are a repeat from yesterday. (Unless you want some images of the toilet). I did learn (via tobyjoe) that the editor (he so wonderfully built for me) expects pictures every day that I make posts (or there will be trouble). This will help…

home

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I feel a little better. I don’t feel perfect, but better. My teeth feel weird and my lips are dry. I have post barf-face right now. (I’m pretty). It’s time to try some water and I’m starving but food is probably not a good idea (yet). It’s such an odd feeling—to be hungry after you…

sick

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